[Verse 1:Dusty Reynolds]

I like the one to kick it

I guess I'm so different [social misfit??]

I'm trying to get my shit together

But who am I kidding

Horrible mistakes, horrible addictions

My door is open

The devil walks in

Ayo, this better be important

I wonder if hell has an aquarium

I check all my things together

I'm tired moody, if you know me

This shit is white hoodies and funerals

Damn, I fucked up shit my life did me greezy

The velvet life so easy

She's always around, but she don't need me

Shit with me. I'm greedy

My father passed down his vices like a family heirloom

Long live the bloodline

[Interlude:]

"They strike back at civilization in the only way they can

And marauding bandits"

[Verse 2:Lord Sko]

I'm plenty wise beyond my years to doing stupid shit

The Staring life right in the eye out through my youth

I'm losing it but get it to the age where I'ma need to face the truth of it

I just got to the stage in time they booing as the music hit

I seen their conscious ship when thinking what the future is

Blue and grim I have to wear them bruises on my [??] face

So barely do I lose my grip when holding through the cluelessness

Broken through the loops of when the spiral doesn't use his spin Defying physics know when triumphs don't include the win Survive the test of TEC on the fella who's move gonna prove a quip

A living hell where you can't escape out the Truman script

So fuck it might as well just go ahead and get the Buddha lit

The losen screws that hold my thinking tools in tune again

That boy with no remorse I used to do 'em just to brutalist

The few I'm with I still could barely trust 'em

Wonder who's a friend and I just have a gut feeling that some of 'em ain't truly them

Yeah

I choose to move the pen the track madness truth is, then I scratch half it

Foolish shit the trap catch him lot the shit now they go through my head

I do my best to have balance wherever I end up a stubborn result of bad habits

Won't catch me passing the baton I like a track practice

I'ma live forever won't bury me in that flak jacket

And leak fluids to see through in the glass casket

Acting shell shock now you see food in the crab basket

A sad scarlet, a D student in class passing

Every time I hear this shit you rap I think it lacks passion

A mass tactics to tackle a mass status in your stat sheet

Laugh as they scatter the ass backwards

Yeah

So yeah, I can't fuck with the kid no more

Yeah, I say I can't fuck with me no more

So who you think you fucking with?

It's that uptown shit ,Yeah

So who you think you fucking with? , Yeah